Konrad's story Options

[Konji]

I thought I would give it you in bitesize pieces...as I find them easier to read.


-----------------------Konrad’s Story-----------------------
Konrad woke up, slowly opening one of his eyes. He covered his face with his hand, the light of the midday sun burning his eyes. He pushed his bed covers down, his shiny leather tunic visible now. He never really changes his clothes, but has them washed immediately. He got up, sighing and brushing his coal black hair from his eyes.

“Where is father?” Konrad called down as he descended the antique wooden stairs.

“He is already at his school opening, but I didn’t want to wake you,” his mother replied, frowning as she looked up from her lunch. Picking up a slice of bread Konrad broke free of the confinement of his house, blinking ferociously at the revealed light. He looked around, still amazed at the artistry of the buildings surrounding him. He spent many an hour gazing out of the small opening in his room, just marvelling at the wonders of the architects and builders.

He glanced at the position of the sun to confirm his thoughts. “It is late in the day…I must get there if I am to pass the trials,” Konrad mumbled to himself. He raced through the backstreets of the city, passing the many landmarks on the way, and eventually reached his father’s dream…The Blade School.

[Konji]

The building was obviously new, the stone it was made from was nearly white and the overbearing double doors a rich maple. The ebony plated sign was swinging freely on the oiled hinge, catching the light every time and lighting up the entrance with an eerily welcome glow. The word blade was etched into it, and a sharpened sword was sticking through it. Konrad’s father had paid a fair amount of Septims to the blacksmith so that he would produce an authentic reproduction as to what would happen if ebony was stabbed with a sword.

Above the partially open doors there was a grand balcony, the stone covered by many different ivies and flowers. Birds were perched on the railing, cawing manically at any passers by. Standing on the balcony was a bard, the melodious tune from his lute enrapturing the steadily growing crowd as it weaved its way through the streets of Cyrodiil.

Konrad edged his way through the crowd, nodding neighbourly to some of the people he knew, and coldly staring at enemy enemies of his family who had come to try and prove the school a farce. He rapped on the open door, and slipped his way in. Sitting cheerfully at a desk behind the doors was a Bosmer, perched on top of 2 leather backed books.

“Hello young sir, are you looking to join this amazing and wonderful academy?” he asked with a smile…an obviously scripted line.

“I would please, Thografe. I would like to participate in the trials. Have there been many competitors so far?” Konrad enquired, straightening his sword belt and wiping some dust off the table with his sleeve.

“Oh, yes sir. There are many signed up…I have gone through 3 sheets so far.” He beamed, gesturing to the scrolls. He added warily, “Luca has also joined sir, and he has already passed the first round of fighting.” Konrad sighed, throwing down his 5 Septims entry fee and continuing along the spacious corridor.